Your LifeAlmost six years ago I turned 50, and had no idea what I was getting myself into. It was time for a quick assessment: When did those post-menopausal pounds get attached to my body? What was it my doctor was telling me about being a tad too close to osteopenia (the first step before osteoporosis)? How did my hair end up looking like road kill from years (decades, really) of blow-drying, over-washing and over-processing? And, why were my hair, skin, …

Your LifeAging in America isn’t always easy, especially when we’re bombarded with messages trying to convince us that youth equals beauty. ‘Old’ is something we should avoid at all costs, they seem to tell us, and if we don’t . . . well, maybe it’s time to just step aside. It’s enough to make women run for the hills, or to the nearest plastic surgeon. That’s not what I chose to do after turning 50. Instead, I pulled myself up by …